Most of this week was spent driving back and forth to the hospital, and sitting next to my step-father’s bed, waiting, waiting and waiting for his surgery. He was unable to swallow without the food going into his lungs. Finally, after EIGHT days, they took him into surgery to remove and biopsy several masses on his neck.
Unfortunately, no answers were found. The mass IS not cancerous, and of course we are thankful for that. But there is still something wrong that causes the food to go down into his lungs instead of into his stomach. The doctor put in a feeding tube through his nose, but obviously this is a short-term answer.
This week was a blur. Hubby and I had planned to go back to our routine at the gym, etc. But my mother has been staying with us, as we live close to this particular hospital. So I drove back and forth with her, as she is not familiar with the area, and absolutely hates going into the parking garage alone at night.
So if you would like to beam up some prayers for my step-father’s recovery, it would be appreciated.